“What?” Dre looked over the mud cup again, “you kidding me”.
Liam said nothing but focused on the dancing women. Dre cannot suffice how irritable she is feeling now.
She tossed the cup behind her back, “so what? It will not be as much”.
“Yeah?!” Liam did a side smirk.
Dre bit her bottom lip in frustration, “Of course I don’t need your help. Stay the hell away from me”.
Liam looked at her than her attire that was showing lots of her curves. For once, he tsked because he was the one riling her up.
Dre looked over to the other side as well.
Surprisingly, she found herself looking at a bunch of the adolescent boys that were standing at a side, drinking something. No one can refuse the hotness of these jungle residents, Dre admits. Moreover, Liam is not interested in her, she thought.
